"It isn't," Rey says as she approaches Maketh from behind.

At least this time she isn't kicking the other woman's chair from under her. In fact, the anger that had overwhelmed Rey during those days has ceased to be entirely. This has not brought her much relief, though.

Though she isn't indulging herself in the colorful summer clothes and other trinkets, she is accompanied with a bottle of cold lager in one hand. "Tried going out for a swim. See how far it was possible to go."

While she might not of the party all too eager to leave this place, she had to test the limits of this environment. Enough to tell her that it's an illusion.